I grew up singing. I grew up hearing singing. My family sang; therefore, I sang. I used to say my dad had a song for everything. It didn’t matter what you said, he knew a song that fit perfectly. My life had a soundtrack made of many different songs from many different genres.
So, naturally, when I had children, I injected music into their lives. The easiest way to do this is via lullabies. What mother can keep herself from singing to her baby? Even the mother who knows she sings off-key will sing to her baby because she knows baby doesn’t mind. In those still, precious hush-darkened moments in the night when no one else is around to hear, she will softly sing to the precious downy-headed child in her arms, every note pouring out love.